Thursday, September 17, 2009

Beneath the Bridge (Poetry)

He was given no vehicle to cross the seaIt seemed he was abandoned by the powers that beSilver spoons never met his lipsPoverty and anguish greeted him with a kissAlone in his journey to reach the other sideBecause nobody knew how to digest their prideNobody wishes to travel to the creatures’ abodeWhen given a choice… they seize the high roadBut beneath the bridge is the soul of mankindEager to finish… though he started behindMinimal aids… but determined indeedLikelihood is his enemy… but destined to succeedOne day… the bridge came crashing downThose on the bridge were destined to drownThey looked for the man… to be their guideThey located the man… but he was on the other side